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letra de v for vendetta - mike oxlong

[intro: mike oxlong & y-bone]
one word for you, please
i got two words for you, please shut
i got three words for you, please shut up
now i got four words for ya
shut the f-ck up!

[verse 1: mike oxlong]
rappers are so hungry, are these rappers currently having lunch?
give some f-ckin’ taste to the beat
all had to do is give it a punch
used to have myself lose marbles, might off spilled too much
hearing painful moments, i can’t take it anymore
trippin’ on some pills i had, f-ckin’ falling to the floor
i enjoyed my dark lyric victories, but i had to cut the gore
spotting me up there like the f-ckin’ shooting stars
outkast, roses for the down-to-mars
people playing with me like drums, piano, and guitars
upset i don’t have no strings, only string is my lifespan
every celebrity aware of their crazy fans
stalkers, gangsters, cartel, mob, ku-klux-klan
spiderman, superman, bucky barnes, batman
smoke motherf-ckas, like i do with the kush
lighting up the oil in this b-tch, burning bush
do you suppose parents know peer pressure?
well all i had to f-cking do is push
mikes d-ck went over the limit, now whos gonna ride this
done of teaching my fans basics, class dismissed
[chorus: kevin louise & mike oxlong]
i won, i won, they can go back to being themselves
might of needed some help, but we mostly did it ourselves
so what you need to do is
please shut the f-ck up! i don’t f-ck with you fakes!
shut the f-ck up! you can take your hate somewhere else!
you’re making a mistake!
just because i cut the f-cking bl–dy vibes!
don’t mean i plan to come back to it (yeah)
i won, i won, they can go back to being themselves
might of needed some help, but we mostly did it ourselves
so what you need to do is
please shut the f-ck up! i don’t f-ck with you fakes!
shut the f-ck up! you can take your hate somewhere else!
you’re making a mistake!
just because i cut the f-cking bl–dy vibes!
don’t mean i plan to come back to it (yeah)

[verse 2: y-bone]
y-bone is the real villain, you vigilantes can’t f-cking stop me
smoking haters and smoking d-a weed, next to a palm tree
25 wins, and 5 were the latest
with my sk!ll being rare for you as f-ckers, bet you can’t taste it
black and white gold diggers, f-ck being racist
your shots are no different, those shot i ate it
i don’t keep my mouth clean, cause too much damage
then again, my mouth is the only f-cking thing i manage
y-bone can’t f-ck the world, why? cause i got c-ck-blockers
move away from the fake mothers and fathers
can’t terminate me right now, that goes for the other john connors
i’m out, thinking about running up on you
and taking away your dollars (push!)
[chorus: kevin louise & mike oxlong]
i won, i won, they can go back to being themselves
might of needed some help, but we mostly did it ourselves
so what you need to do is
please shut the f-ck up! i don’t f-ck with you fakes!
shut the f-ck up! you can take your hate somewhere else!
you’re making a mistake!
just because i cut the f-cking bl–dy vibes!
don’t mean i plan to come back to it (yeah)
i won, i won, they can go back to being themselves
might of needed some help, but we mostly did it ourselves
so what you need to do is
please shut the f-ck up! i don’t f-ck with you fakes!
shut the f-ck up! you can take your hate somewhere else!
you’re making a mistake!
just because i cut the f-cking bl–dy vibes!
don’t mean i plan to come back to it (yeah)

[verse 3: mike oxlong]
okay, alright, cut the bullsh-t
all i f-cking do is cut his bs with some scissors
leave you stuck between rich and poor like malcolm in the middle
can’t buy your excuses cause there no street vendors selling it
2003, survived poison or peoples choice of beverages
i guess i’m overly adversarial the way i’m challenging his ego
like chris tucker, i’m michael jackson, you tito
i guess you can say i’m rolling doobies and burritos
mike means no worries like the word hakuna matata
what these b-tches don’t know, they not virgins like madonna
it’s not that you don’t know what to spend
its that your low on money, money problems
i guess your run is over cause your careers car just crashed
take my weapon out, middle-finger to the backlash
this beef is not a race but i gladly accept giving whiplash
the way my career grows, it’s like my career had a grospert
turn on your ears, have you heard
words be floating and wandering in my mind, ghost words
in order to unlock my persona, you gon’ need my password
the definition of successful, yes, i’m that dawg
i told her she not fat, i love the cherry top
i’m running 80 miles in this rap wave, jheri curl shops
taking shots back and forth, empty bullets drop
i’m like the red target you listen to, like the stop sign
only star in the f-a-m, i do shine
if i ain’t popping a cap in yo ass, then i pop wine
[outro: mike oxlong]
yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
mike baby, m.v.p

- mike oxlong

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